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Ahhh, the end of the football season is near. So close I can smell the piled high nachos and bbq chicken wings from here. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy hosting the parties and love watching the men get all amped up over the bad plays and fumbled calls. But I’m over it. I want my normal Sundays back.
The lazy days where my husband stays in bed for hours after he would have normally woken up. Then we find some small hole in the wall place from brunch. We’d sip so many mimosa’s that pouring ourselves back into bed when we get home is the only option. Those are the best. I just have to get through this last football Sunday before I can have my days back.
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